We who avail ourselves of this wondrous provision, have no need to be. Yet get narked and lash-out. Project on-to. Invariably, through feeling disrespected and in refusing to build controls on irritation. Come an interruption to our expectation, and we like-god/we-think, judge . . .

Truthscoop today is about talking up and out there. This pull back the curtain passage from Paul is ever speculated and concluded upon, in ways I'm rarely entirely satisfied, get it. The litmus is, what wrestle means? And this clearly tireless keep-on-keeping-on expressing out truth to, and with, God. The single defining term: . . .

Making the opposite seem the right way up from previously-held logical reasonableness is the order of the day. Said to be, Down is Up. 'Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follow' wrote George Orwell.

Realising again and again, feelings of superiority in judging-down others is the rot. A bad move and habitual, unless arrested at every turn and far-as, remoulded out. 'Sanctification' -- the dynamic and description.

This stupid drunk on-self behaviour, sours our insides and life in Christ. It's a difficult-not, and the demonic . . .

Living among a blank generation. And man oh man sense my own blankness. All I can do is scream out. Quiet and physical volume, low aching moans, and needing God. Much, madly, badly -- without sense of circumstantial ease, that keeps me light and... easy.